My name is mister Jones
I get inside your bones
I know just how to make you tweek
You soon will be my freak
Because I know what you need
I control your mind
I roll up your sleeves
I make ties that bind
You'll soon be begging on your knees
You've got the disease
I cant seem to live without you
Without you what's the "point"
I wasn't born with a silver burnt spoon
Mr. jones do I still have any choice?
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